The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 143 Pretending to be stupid
An Ziyang called out "Father", but when he saw that the middle-aged man still didn't respond, he turned to look at Li Miao.

"Sir, if you have a grudge against my father, I, An, am willing to offer all my wealth to end the feud."

"But if you insist on using swords against me, I, An Ziyang, am not made of clay!"

An Ziyang said loudly, protecting the middle-aged man behind him.

Then, he quietly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, looked at Li Miao, and pretended to be on guard against Li Miao. However, he moved his feet slightly, bringing the middle-aged man into his attack range.

He is very smart and good at playing dumb.

The Quanzhou An family is also well-known in the martial arts world of the entire Huguang region. It is considered a newly prosperous and outstanding wealthy family and martial arts family in recent years. There are only two people in the family, the head of the family, An Wenjie, and the young head of the family, An Ziyang. The huge family business was created by the father and son.

Compared to his father's good reputation, An Ziyang's reputation is not good.

His nickname in the underworld is "Mr. Lingxu", but behind his back, people in the underworld call him "Mr. Shenxu". Because he likes "that thing" too much, he spends 250 days in brothels out of 360 days a year. He is either going to whorehouses or on the way to whorehouses. He is a well-known playboy. People in the underworld say that the An family will be defeated by him sooner or later.

But what the people in the world don’t know is that his so-called lingering among the flowers is half because he really likes it, and the other half is just to hide his tracks.

Among the two An family members, the father An Wenjie is the face, while An Ziyang is the one who does the dirty work.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that the An family has only become prosperous in recent years, and the father and son started from scratch. An Ziyang has been traveling with his father since he was twelve years old. How could he be a simple person?

After what happened last night, he already knew the extent of the Ming Cult's disguise skills.

For a moment, many speculations emerged in his mind.

"I just happened to run into that disguised Mingjiao top player. Is it really a coincidence?"

"Or... in order to conceal your tracks, you deliberately dragged me outside, sneaked into my house, and replaced everyone in my family one by one?"

"Father...is he really still my father?"

As his mind raced, An Ziyang's heart slowly sank to the bottom.

Be it the Ming Cult or the lazy, heroic-looking man in front of him, he could not deal with them.

How can they save their lives between these two ferocious tigers?

"Father, I will hold him back first. Your martial arts skills are not as good as mine. You should leave first."

"Remember to bring 'that thing' with you."

An Ziyang said without turning his head.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, be careful and don't be too aggressive."

After saying that, he slowly stepped back.

Zheng! ! ——

In an instant, An Ziyang drew his sword and slashed directly at the middle-aged man's neck!
What the hell is that thing! There has never been anything like that in my An family!
Even if you, the Ming Cult, know my An family's background thoroughly, you can't say you really understand it all! As long as I say something vaguely that seems to be shady, you will agree first because you are not sure!
You are fake!!!

The sword came unexpectedly and in an instant, it was in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his hand and slapped the "Great Nine Heavens Palm" into the air, intending to smash An Ziyang and his sword to pieces!
Whoosh! ——

Ding!
The long sword flew out and stuck into the ground, making a buzzing sound.

An Ziyang had already retreated behind Li Miao, his face pale and panting.

"You, you f*cking Ming Cult... I almost died."

"Aren't you awesome? Try it again with this gentleman!"

Hiding behind Li Miao, An Ziyang shouted while panting, and then looked at Li Miao flatteringly.

"Master, I am not a man! You cut him!"

Li Miao gave him a look that seemed like a smile.

"This boy is a wonderful person!"

Taking advantage of the sword's feint, An Ziyang suddenly let go of the sword and hid behind Li Miao at the moment when the sword blocked the middle-aged man's sight.

When he learned that his father had been replaced and his life or death was unknown, he did not act impulsively. Instead, in the blink of an eye, he suppressed his anger and fear and found the only way for himself to survive.

This cleverness, and the shamelessness and calmness in the face of danger - he is indeed a good talent.

Li Miao is lacking such a person under his command.

Someone who can lump together Mei Qinghe, Wang Hai and Xiao Si, three stupid, ruthless and sinister murderers, and play the role of peacemaker and clean up the mess.

Thinking of this, Li Miao stretched out his hand and pointed behind him: "Stay away."

"Aye, aye, yes."

An Ziyang nodded and bowed, then dodged far away.

Li Miao turned to look at the middle-aged man, looked him up and down, and frowned.

"Ji Tianrui ran away?"

"Your Mightiness--"

"Alright, alright, stop pretending. I've come to your door, and you still want to get away with it?"

Li Miao waved his hand.

"You Ming Cult members really have many tricks up your sleeve. Just now there was a witchcraft incident, and now there's a disguise. Your skills are even better than that top performer. Even I can't tell whether you are a man or a woman."

"But it doesn't matter."

Li Miao showed a sinister smile on his face. "Wait till I chop you into small pieces, and the three inches of meat won't be a big deal."

Before he finished speaking, Li Miao raised his hand into a claw and grabbed the air.

"I want to see how many celestial beings you have in the Ming Cult are worthy of my killing."

The middle-aged man was already on high alert against Li Miao, and when he saw Li Miao taking action, he immediately dodged to the side.

However, he didn't expect that he felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen just after he moved a few inches!
"Capturing technique! The Qi leaves the body and takes shape! So fast!?"

He also fought for life and death. He acted decisively, turned his palm into a knife, and directly cut off a large piece of flesh from his waist and abdomen.

wow-

Blood splattered, but he didn't react at all. Instead, he used his right palm to strike towards Li Miao with the "Great Nine Heavens Palm"!
The sound was so powerful that the overflowing true energy actually lifted up all the surrounding bluestone slabs!
This person is clearly a "Sumeru" exactly like Lan Lechuan!
Li Miao sneered, threw away the flesh and blood he had grabbed, walked forward without dodging, and threw a punch.

Horizontal and vertical punches!
A punch swept across, like a spear, and a series of loud noises exploded in the air!
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the view.

Bang!
The middle-aged man had no intention of rushing into the smoke and dust. He stomped his foot on the ground, flew into the air, and was about to fly up to the roof to escape.

As soon as I left the ground, I heard the sound of a sharp wind overhead.

"Did you get away? Get off!"

Li Miao appeared above his head without him noticing when.

At this moment, a leg axe was coming down from the air, right at his shoulder!

The middle-aged man was in mid-air, with nowhere to gain support, so he had to raise his arms to protect his head and neck.

boom!
The roof of several meters in radius collapsed in an instant!
With a loud bang, he broke through the roof like a meteorite and fell heavily to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, he slammed the ground with his palm, and his body suddenly moved several feet forward.

boom!
Li Miao stomped on the spot where he was originally standing, and in an instant, the floor of the entire room exploded. The floor was lifted up several feet, and then fell down.

Almost half of the people in Quanzhou City felt as if the ground shook and they thought it was a dragon turning over.

The beams broke and the whole house collapsed instantly.

In the yard, the middle-aged man raised his palms and struck towards the ruins one after another!

Great Nine Heavens Palm!

Great Nine Heavens Palm!

Great Nine Heavens Palm!

The pile of ruins was turned into a cloud of flying dust.

He didn't dare to get close, because if Li Miao got close to him, the only thing he would have was death.

But he is "Sumeru", with endless internal energy. Now the only thing he can do is to keep some distance between them. The only thing he can do is to "consume"!

He didn't dare to stop for a moment and kept attacking the ruins, just hoping to wear down Li Miao.

Suddenly, I heard Li Miao's strange voice behind me.

"Who are you hitting?"

His pupils suddenly shrank and he turned around and slapped!
But he saw Li Miao's fist infinitely magnified in his sight.

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At the same time, An Ziyang took advantage of the fact that the two men were fighting and had no time to pay attention to him, and quietly ran out of several courtyards, cursing as he ran.

"Fuck, fuck, is this still a human being? Is this still Da Shuo?!"

"What the hell, can this be called martial arts? What do I practice these years count as? Five Animal Exercises?"

"When gods fight, mortals suffer!"

Running to a courtyard, An Ziyang opened the door, lifted a table, pulled open the carpet, and pressed on the ground.

Clack, clack, clack…

The floor tiles moved, revealing a deep dark passage.

An Ziyang did not go in, but reached out and touched the edge of the secret passage mechanism and grabbed a hair.

He straightened the hair and took a look at the length.

"Sure enough, the hair was broken. Someone other than my father and I had entered this secret passage."

"No matter how amazing the disguise technique is, not everyone can master it, and it is impossible to replace all the people in the mansion. The other people from the Ming Cult must have a place to hide."

"In such a hurry, they definitely won't kill my father right away. Instead, they will keep him and torture him, asking him about all kinds of details, so that even I won't find any flaws. If they want to keep him in secret, there is no other place to think of except here."

"And my father would definitely not tell me everything. Instead, he would explain bit by bit to buy time. The fact that I tricked that person proves that he is not confident that he has already interrogated my father."

"The fighting over there is so loud, maybe the people of Ming Cult will prepare to kill and escape. Ming Cult is the enemy, and the man with extraordinary martial arts skills is unknown, so he may not be a friend. Life and death still have to be in our own hands."

An Ziyang raised his hand and tore off all the accessories on his body, then tore off a piece of his clothes, tore it into strips, and tied all the clothes on his body tightly. Finally, he took off his shoes, stood on the ground barefoot, drew his sword, and slowly walked into the secret passage.

"Father, we have been through thick and thin together. Please don't let your death in our own home be unclear."

"Hold on, my son is coming to rescue you."

(End of this chapter)